(with Shane Nicholson)
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He was walking across the wire
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Holding a loaded gun
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Taking out every lightbulb
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One by one
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And she was building brand new walls
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To keep her safe inside
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Sometimes a place to live
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Is just a place to hide
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One more year
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One more year
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Let's hold our breath
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And give it just
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One more year
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Well he was sparks and gasoline
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All fire and command
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The warmest comfort dies
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In the coldest hands
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And she was two steps from the edge
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But holding on somehow
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Even God himself couldn't blame her now
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One more year
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One more year
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Let's hold our breath
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And give it just
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One more year
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Now he's working on a plan
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Learning to make her smile
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Maybe a change of pace
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Or a change of style
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And she's walking across the wire
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Holding a loaded gun
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Hoping that what we fear
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Ain't what we've become
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One more year
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One more year
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Let's hold our breath
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And give it just
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One more year
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One More Year
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Kasey Chambers |